Poets of Yore Yuse FedEx!

Fedex is waxing poetical this evening!

More spam from "FedEx" just arrived.

Here is the "disclaimer".
It is quite poetic, if I do say so myself...

 

The morn awakes like brooding dove, With outspread wings of gray; Her feathery clouds close in above, And roof a sober day. No motion in the deeps of air! No trembling in the leaves! A still contentment everywhere, That neither laughs nor grieves! A film of sheeted silver gray Shuts in the oceans hue; White-winged feluccas cleave their way In paths of gorgeous blue. Dream on, dream on, O dreamy day, Thy very clouds are dreams! Yon child is dreaming far away-- He is not where he seems. The lark is up, his faith is strong, He mounts the morning air; Lone voice of all the creature throng, He sings the morning prayer. Slow clouds from north and south appear, Black-based, with shining slope; In sullen forms their might they rear, And climb the vaulted cope. A lightning flash, a thunder boom! -- Nor sun nor clouds are there; A single, all-pervading gloom Hangs in the heavy air.